Happy femdom stories – Durga

This wonderful story arrived in my inbox with little preamble. Durga said she and her darling (I love how she refers to him!) keep a low profile for professional reasons, so she doesn’t get to tell her story often… I am delighted that she chose to share it here. Welcome to her self described ‘kinky love story’.

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Author: Durga

After I “came out” in 2007, I had dated several men off of Alt.com and one from FetLife, but hadn’t had the best of luck. About two years ago, a friend forwarded me an exquisitely-written ad from – of all places – Craigslist; a sub seeking a mistress. There was, behind the words, a sincerity and poignancy that I had been seeking. We spoke on the phone; very warm voice. We met at a cafe; a sweet man, gorgeous green eyes; he was reserved, wearing a suit and tie (he had to work late.) In fact, he was so shy, I had to keep the entire conversation going; it was tiring. I was hesitant about seeing him again…until he walked me to my car, and before we said “good-bye,” he leaned in and kissed me. WHAM-O.

We played on our next date, and found out that we just seemed to suit each other (and he was much more talkative). He’s happy with whatever I want; when I’m turned on, he’s turned on. Intellectually, I never liked that idea; I thought people who were like that were doormats. But as I found, my baby is a complete sub; a dyed-in-the-wool sub; his submissiveness is not a hat he wears when he feels like it. His deep, tender need to be dominated excites me; his trust makes me maddened with desire.

It really is about the personalities involved, more than roles or expectations of what people think a domme/sub relationship is all about. I prefer to be vanilla in day-to-day life, and save our kink for the bedroom. My baby loves to serve me around the house with wonderful food, and takes care of the laundry and the yard…but if you happened to show up on the average evening, we’d look like anyone else in suburbia; watching TV, drinking wine, laughing over the day’s events. It’s low-key, and in keeping with how we are. I’m sure it also helps that we have many non-kink interests in common; we have plenty to talk about.

The main thing is that we know each other very, very well. In former relationships, there was always something I felt I was “keeping back”; the depth of my kink made me ashamed and hesitant to open up. He has helped me open up and to be truly myself; I would say I do the same for him. That’s what love is all about.

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This post is part of a project to share happy, positive femdom relationship stories.  If you have a story and are willing to share it, please email it to me (ferns at domme-chronicles dot com).